I have been a veteran over 10 years, and still faithful I think the creators and especially the women have a reason to feel proud, in allowing to make this magic happen! No longer does One have to spend money on food and drink and pole-dancers in a strip-club no longer does one have to be afraid of running into some Inbred Morons’ biker-gang like The Sons of Silence, only after one has paid homage at the strip-club, then have one of the Biker Neanderthals approach One looking for a fight-like some idiot in Fight Club, and only while One’s head is reeling from the sucker-knee-to-the-chin attack, and tears are unbiddenly spilling from One’s eyes, making it almost impossible to see the half-full bottle of Jack Daniel’s squatting on the sitting-wall around the side of the club, between two friends of Dickie Douchebag One almost misses it-but uncannily, like some prescience unknown to One One grabs the neck of the bottle of JD, and with an unwanted rage, smashes the bottle against the left-temple of Dickie Douchebag-and as he falls to the pavement, One takes what remains of the neck and bottle of Jack Daniels, then like a demon… To be Continued…No More Going to Strip-Clubs… Oooooops…sorry (there is no talking about Fight Club…!) I guess I might have gone off on a tangent. I think IStripper is one of the most innovative creations since the internet-or maybe sliced bread, or… I don’t know, the invention of…thought?.

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